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A18762	A reuyuing of the deade by verses that foloweth vvhich makes worthy men knowen, by the examples of King Henry the eight: King Edward the sixt: Sir Walter Mildmay: the last Erle of Warwick: and Sir Christofer Hatton, lately L. Chaunceller of England. VVith a declaration of the names of all the most honourable counsellers, that haue dyed since the beginning of the Queens Maiesties raigne	Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604.	1591 (1591)	STC 5253; ESTC S104986	7,031	14

of words most plain of deeds plain dealing led him throgh Amid these briers scratching weeds that wounds plain people now No storme nor change could make him turn he stood like brasen wall Against fine world proud mindes false faith vntruth and treasons all At Norwich in King Edwards raygne amid ranke rebelles rage The horsse he rod on there was slaine in prime of Ambrose age Saint Quintins where Lord Harry dyed sets yet his valure forth At seige of Hawne was Warwick tryed and found a man of woorth New-hauen till the plague began he held full safe and sound Where many a valiant Englishman made Ringraue giue them ground No greefe no tort nor torment sore could daunt his courage great A Lyons hart in brest he bore where hammers long did beat Of one deuice or other still and sounded like a bell To Gods great glory and his will that conquered death and hell To Heauen held he on his pace for when his time he knew He did but turne from freendes his face and bad the world adew FINIS The Epitaph of the moste honourable Sir Christopher Hatton Knight late Lord Chaunceller of England LEt droppes of blood from wounded hart bewaile our losse of late Teares are too base to show the smart is felt for this great state No mourners voice nor yelling cries nor sighes nor sobs may serue Nor all the cunning vnder skies from death can life preserue No worldly pomp nor Princes grace can lengthen life an hower All glory lasts but heer a space it withers like a flower A mightie man of great account whose fate the clowds did clime Whose fortune dayly did surmount great numbers in his time Tel●es that and much more matter showes of honours tickle stay That like a candle out it goes and quickly steales away Long is it ere a tree be growen to answer our desire But soone are mightie oakes ore throwne and flong in flaming fire No greefe so great as see flow'rs bud in gardens where we walk And whē their sent should do vs good a storm striks down the stalk O happy Hatton long in growth now at thy cheefest yeeres When Prince and Country lon'd thee both as by their plaints apeers An angry planet took thee hence that by thy vertue rose And stood like Fortresse of defence against all forraine foes The Lawyers ioy the lands delight the Countries comfort to A ready head and hand to write where help some good might do To freend most fast to foe most sterne to poore full franke and free A wit that could deep doutes dezerne and troth from falshood see Cald for good giftes to speciall place and speciall fortune found Durst show in world a hart and face with conscience cleer and sound That roome and credit he possest requir'd a man of worth Which he in substance so exprest by setting iustice forth That common people still salutes his soule with blessings sweet A tree that brings forth such good frutes for cōmon weal most meet A chosen Chaunceller from aboue to please the best below Won open fame and secret loue of those that wisedome know Held house where bountie largesse cryed kept so great a traine As argues now when that he dyed good mind did glory gaine Lou'd freends seruants more then gold and precious was the poore Sought help by sute or mildly would craue almes at Hattons door In sutes he held an euen hand as ballance goes by weight The worst to fall the best to stand and heare their iudgment streight The Iudges of the law can tell the iustice of his minde And so the world can witnes well what grace good men did find The good he did shall neuer dye and so O worthy Knight Though lowe in earth thy body lye and soule haue taken flight A higher place we hope thou hast and dost with Angelles dwell For brunt of worldly broiles are past as showes thy last farwell FINIS Lenuoy WHo mourneth more then he that made this Verse To whom good turnes this Lord did often send Come noble Guard and kneele before his herse Whose helping hand your wages did amend Come seruantes all and do his fame defend That made you clime vp the great Chamber stayres And come 〈…〉 with me some teares Come come away 〈…〉 lyes That cou●●ance ga●e to more then I will showe Come euery one in black sad mourning guise And wayte on him that to the graue doth goe Come fall in rank that doth your Captain knowe And trayle your s●●ues along hard stony ground And cry la mort when dolefull drumme doth sound This body must be buried all with shot Because he once was in a Princely band And of a Prince such grace and fauour got He bore the sway and Seale of all this land Come Pencioners that by your standard stand And bring to Church in shining armour bright In Marshall martch this three folde happy Knight FINIS Thomas Churchyard The names of all the most honorable Counsellers that haue dyed since the beginning of her Maiesties Raigne Sir Thomas Cheyney Treasor The Erle of Shrewsbury Sir Edmond Peckham Thomas Parry Treasorer Francis Erle of Huntington Doctor Wotton Sir Iohn Mason Sir Richard Sackuild Sir Edward Rogers Comptro The Erle of Pembrook Duke of Norfolke Sir Ambrose Caue Erle of Darby M. of winchester L. Treasorer Marques of Northampton Sir Iames a Croft Contr. Sir F. Walsingham Secret Secretary Smith Secretary Wilson L. William Howard L. Cham. Sir Nicholas Bacon L. Keeper The Earle of Sussex L. Chan. The Earle of Bedforde The Earle of Lincolne L. Ad. Sir Henry Sidney Sir Ralphe Sadler Sir Thomas Bromley L. Chan. Earle of Leicester Sir Amyas Paulet Sir Water Mildemaie Earle of Arundell Sir William Peter Earle of Warwick Last Earle of Shrosbury Sir Christopher Hatton L. Chauncel FINIS A descriptiō of his Royal person His inward giftes of grace

A reuyuing of the deade by Verses that foloweth Which makes worthy men knowen by the examples of King Henry the eight King Edward the sixt Sir Walter Mildmay the last Erle of Warwick and Sir Christofer Hatton lately L. Chaunceller of England With a declaration of the names of all the most honourable Counsellers that haue dyed since the beginning of the Queens Maiesties raigne AT LONDON Printed for Edward VVhite and are to be solde at his Shop neere the little north doore of Saint Paules Church at the signe of the Gun 1591. TO THE RIGHT HONOVVRABLE M. I. Wolley Secretary for the latin tong and one of her Maiesties Priuie Councel Thomas Churchyard wisheth increase of honour aboundance of knowledge blessednes of life IN calling to minde right honourable the continuance of your fauour and amiable countenance towards me I found my selfe indetted and vnable but by affection or good will to deserue the least part of your curtesies yet looking on your manie yeares spent in learning and knowledge for the which vertue God hath called you to an honourable place I thought by some studie albeit my iudgement weake to lead on your good liking so farre into my labors that you shold not only affect my writings but also accept the poor present I offer which although they be but papers stuffed full of verses yet the plaiines of the matter and good meaning of the writer I hope shall purchase some small season as a passing of the time to make you beholde the willing paines I bestow This first presumption penneth out the Epitaphs of 2. good Kings that gouerned this land of late and sheweth by Epitaphs 3. other most honorable Counsellers that dyed not long agoe vnto the which 5. great personages I was bound for benefits receiued and so in the end of my dayes which cannot be long to be thankful for good turnes and discharging of dutie I haue set foorth by the passage of those that are gone before showes heer is no certain habitatiō or sure dwellīg place for thos that are left hinde placed heer below a little while to look for a better world aboue The Tragedies in my next book called my Challenge shal make manifest at the full the effect of those passages of which Tragedyes you shall haue a sufficient portion that therby the world shall see what wrong I haue suffred to endure a deniall by busie tunges of mine owne workes Shores wife shall speake in her kinde to defend me and such as waites on her because her good fortunes were worthy waiting on shall tell the world I haue beene abused and not iustly and rightly vnderstood and in gods good giftes for his glories sake my book of Chalenge shal chalenge all honest labours that euer I did in my daies deny them who please Now these bare verses and barren Epitaphes bringing no better frute but the death of some one or other makes euery line vnwelcome that showes no cheerfull newes but time that discouers all accidents and death in his fury brings pardon by the trueth that is found and such as in seasonable time do truly vtter that becomes them are halfe excused though their boldnes be great So neither fearing the open barker that makes a great bruite nor the priuie byter that makes a great woūd to the mildnes of your sweet censure I offer these plaine Epitaphs that follow partly to make you beleeue I am mindfull of my promise and cheefely for that I know my L. Chancellers death was sorowfull vnto you so knoweth God who encrease your honorable credite Yours in all humblenes at cōmaundment Thomas Churchyard The Epitaph of the most Triumphant King King Henry the eight THe flower whose smell is past lyes dead like withered weed the blosom burnt with scorchig blast yeelds nether senxt nor seed The Sunnie day declin'd lookes like di●●e darksome night Cleere clowds o're cast with blustring wind soon loseth former light The tree that axe hewes downe lies flat where bowes do fall And greater things of more renown are scarce thought of at all When their decay drawes on bid rotten frute a dew When olde delights are dead and gone world welcomes fancies new Olde Kinges whose glory shone as bright as Phoebus face Lyes lowe in Windsor now alone with no great-Princely grace To write of Henryes raigne a true discourse to tell A world of wit it would containe and please the readers well For such a King as he though heer bewail'd with pen Ought still of dutie honourd be among all English men His loue to Countryes soyle like-Father to his sonne Kept all true subiects free from foile how ere worlds course did run His woord no sooner past but at a becke obayd He stood like Fort full firme and fast and made his foes affraid His bountie did abound his largesse had no end Gaue freely where desartes he found yet had inough to spend A flowing Fountaine head that ran faire streames of golde To euery place through pypes of lead and Conduits treble-folde But cheefely to those men whose seruice crau'de reward There sprouting springs gusht now then great grace with great regard A glorie great he took in giuing golde as drosse As one that still for fame did look disdaining mucke and mosse A Lyon in the feild that made wilde tygers tame And many a woorthie Towne to yeeld so fearfull was his name A King that made Kings stoop and held them all in awe When he him selfe did neuer droop for any thing he saw A King that took no wrong of none in deed nor word But would haue right ere it were long or trye the same with sword The Emperour Charles the fift came here his loue to craue The French King met our King at Guynes his fauour for to haue And when he was in Fraunce as fortune flong the maine At Flowdan feilde as was the chaunce a noble King was slaine Whose Lords at Sollo mosse the olde Lord Wharton tooke The fleet of Fraunce at Portsmouth to durst not on Henry looke His Shippes burnt Trayport than and causd that Coast to quake He went before to T●●wyn towne and so Turney did take Wonne Bulleigne after this built neere it many a seat All yeeldes where King in person is his presence was so great Whiles these things were in hand as doutfull ballance stood In Scotland many a warlike band he had for causes good He neuer carde for peace nor how began the iarre If he his Kingdome could increase or honour winne by warre Shall such a King now sleep with crawling wormes below Nay rather we his losse should weep that did defend vs so Praise Caesar you that please and lookes into a state There was not borne beyond the seas nor yet in England late So great a King in deed for many speciall thinges Turne ore your books both look reed among your famous Kings And Henry theight shall goe amid the noblest sorte When Trump of fame shall shrillie blowe to